A reader asked me to write more about my impending “emigration” from Ohio. I had likened my journey to my grandparents’ trip to America more than 100 years ago and noted some similarities – being a stranger there, having to build a new life.

When Tracey Stubbs was in college in California, she took a job as a warehouse clerk. It was a nice desk job for a college girl; but she looked around and saw what she thought would be a more interesting job – being a forklift operator. And she said, “Hey, I wanna do that.”